Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Unlike Ki who had her own Divine Domain as a deity, Foel was a pure mortal with no divinity nor connection to the divine spirit of any kind. So to take Foel into the Ouroboros' Divine Domain, MF needed to connect her soul directly to the spatial dimension that branched within her soul.

This process shouldn't be interrupted by any means or the soul of the tanomobi would get fragmented and at the worst scenario, death.

Because of this method, it would feel like Foel was inhibiting someone's miniature realm and left her original body in the real world. Hence, when MF took her to the isolated chamber on the underground.

When Foel opened her eyes, she was greeted with an elaborate garden that filled the whole Divine Domain with numerous kinds of heavenly flowers. Most of them were iridescent and luminescent, some were small, some were big, some had many petals, some had long skirts that jig.

"So we're on a date after all."

MF giggled as she put both of her palms onto the tanomobi's shoulders.

"Remember when I said that I'm going to introduce you to someone? Try closing one of your eyes and stick out your tongue. Never open both of your eyes when meeting with her."

Foel got more interested in who this individual was that her partner was trying to introduce. Without complaining a single breath, she did what was told and closed her left eye as she stuck her cute tongue out.

"Lwike twis?"

The moment Foel had triggered the madness inhibitor, a chime and a melody of organs played from the unknown. With extreme excitement of finally having to meet with someone of importance in her master's heart, Cyanotype revealed herself as her existence devoured all of the flowers within the garden temporarily.

Fluttering her tendrils with the most elegant of views, the charming tall femme fatale inside the yellow raincoat smirked so scrumptiously with left eye still shut.

"Flowers bloom when they are fed. I address my introduction with a smile, on my head! Greetings, Madam Foel, my name is Cyanotype! Meeting with you made my cheeks red~"

"Cyanotype, I see. My name is Foel Mirage, it's 'ink' to meet you." The tanomobi maintained her poker face while saying that. "Your appearance is 'tentacular', can I recruit you to be a staff member within one of my department 'suction'?"

MF felt a tingle of goosebumps from hearing those wordplay, she put both knuckles on each side of Foel's head and continuously twisting it. "I can't believe that you're throwing puns at the most unpredictable time like this."

"You can say that, I'm a little skep-'tentacle' about your new friend. Although, I 'squid' you not, she is as pretty as you. Is she your sibling? Both of you had the same 'wave'lenght."

MF could see the sour smile that was held by her Occult Beast. Because Cyanotype inherited most of her traits from her master, her mixed opinion on puns was the same. Still not wanting to miss the chance of striking a first impression—as if she hadn't already with her eldritch horror appearance, Cyanotype gulped all of those tingling feelings inside before opening her lips.

"I see that, our precious rodent here likes to think twice for 'mouse' of her words."

An expression of acknowledgement appeared on the tanomobi's face, as if she had found the person who finally matched her level of understanding within the pun that she had thrown.

'Stop!' MF felt emotionally conflicted. 'Both of you are killing me!'

Both of them had a rather stupid conversation with no clear topics while using cheesy lines and dad jokes for the most of their word choice. Meanwhile, the real dad of the relationship was getting tortured by the constant use of vocal abuse.

Cyanotype felt like having the upper hand on the teasing hierarchy with her master; she became more confident and cheeky with her smugness after adapting to the way of dad jokes.

"I feel like we can be good friends. Our way of thinking is 'Itenticle'."

"Foel my friend, you always found a way to 'kraken' me up."

"Stop! Please! Stop!"

After that, MF explained what it was all about. Like a buddha giving enlightenment to a normal peddler with no real knowledge about the world. Foel felt like she had seen a new world after knowing the existence of the Occult Beast and how they work.

"So Cyanotype is like your shadow, a loyal servant that will always be there for you, no matter how dark the tunnel goes."

"Tarara~ it depends on how you treat the Occult Beast. If they didn't like you, they are capable of altering their owner mindset and personality if they strive for it.

Like a knife hidden in the shadow of a coffin, one unprecedented strike is the only requirement for them to take over their owner's vessel."

"Mutualism, I see." Foel rubbed her chin. "So, both of you have already prepared my seed from this Occult Kaleidoscope and the only process that I need to commence is the Occult Domain creation, correct?"

"Yup! Your real body will be unconscious in the real world, I'll be performing the soul expansion within my Divine Domain as the influence of the giant crystal over there could save a life or two." MF gestured her thumb to the giant crystal brimming with iridescent light.

Within Cyanotype's supervision, MF began the operation to scrap the layer of her wife's soul and perform an invasive surgery to the psyche because failure could result in crippled soul, or worse, death.

Surrounded by the exotic flowers, it gave Foel a mild pain inhibitor while soothing her mind at the same time. MF chose those flowers for the sake of reducing the mental damage. Eyes fully closed, the tanomobi sat in a lotus position with all her fingers connected to each other and the thumb connected to her belly button.

MF pushed both of her thumbs at the acupuncture point on her wife's back, sitting. She then tried to absorb as much 'life' and 'determination' divinities from the giant divine crystal before shaping her consciousness strings into a gnarly barbed hook.

Without any sound or extra movement, MF gently pushed her consciousness tool to rip apart a portion of Foel's soul outer layer and twisted it to accumulate enough metaphysical stress against the core.

'This will take a while…'